Flaring his wing out, he shakes it lightly to get the feathers to free themselves - with her help and the downward shift in humidity in their much-drier room - it does not take that much effort to get them unstuck.

(Not-so-secretly, he enjoys watching her work her hands through them, even if she is mildly annoyed. Her faint 'glare' and huffs are somewhat adorable, though he won't admit it out loud.)

"I can see why they consider it cleansing," he says. "Do we wipe ourselves down again, before we go in? Or just take a break?"